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I gripped the wheel so hard I chipped a nail each time it thundered, and I hated trying to see between the swipes of grimy windshield wipers. Then it happened, when I changed lanes to make my exit. I signaled, I swear I did, but he came out of nowhere.
A damn road hog sideswiped my car and kept right going as if nothing happened. I pulled to a stop and sat there, backing up traffic and fuming. After listening to the storm, and a few dozen blaring car horns, my nerves were shot to hell, so I decided to go after the jerk. I figured why not, I’d seen car chases on television.
With my crumpled bumper, I took off in hot pursuit. Too bad flying sparks, and a loud, grating noise, brought my hot pursuit to a cold, short halt. I must’ve missed something about those TV chase scenes. The rain continued to pour down in buckets, soaking me to the skin before I’d made it to the rear of my car where I also found a flat tire.
I didn’t think this day could get worse, but I was wrong. I squished back into my car, and proceeded to search for my Iphone. Shit, I must’ve left it on my desk after lying about working late tonight. Mom’s warm kitchen and tough, pot roast didn’t sound so bad in hind sight. Damn, Karma’s a bitch.
I prayed for a tow truck, but with my luck, any truck out cruising would have some deranged killer behind the wheel. No way in hell, would he be tall, dark and handsome, ready to sweep me off my feet like in the romance novel by my bed. Fuck, at this point I didn’t much care. I stopped banging my sopping wet mop of a head on the steering wheel at the sound of tapping on my window and raised my mascara smeared face.
“Need a tow Lady?”
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